Natalie Merchant is under My Skin (twice)

Take a look at my body, look at my hands
There’s so much here that I don’t understand
Your face saving promises whispered like prayers
I don’t need them

I’ve been treated so wrong, I’ve been treated so long
As if I’m becoming untouchable

Contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils, that strangle the heart

They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don’t need them, no, I don’t need them

I’ve been treated so wrong, I’ve been treated so long
As if I’m becoming untouchable

I’m a slow dying flower, I’m the frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable

O, I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness
I need this…

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight
Angel sweet, love of my life


I need this…

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises whispered like prayers
I don’t need them, no, I don’t need them

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness
I need this…

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight
Angel sweet, love of my life
O, I need this…

Is it dark enough? Can you see me? Do you want me? Can you reach me?
Or I’m leaving…

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now you’ll catch my death
O, I mean it…

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